Hemlock’s Airport

By Alma Rogers

21 October 1928

It is one of the many airports

Which we have in our land today,

But it means much to the little town,

From which it is not far away.

The Hangar is not so roomy,

Two planes can be harbored well,

Perhaps some day t’will be larger,

That only time will tell.

Just to the east of the Hangar,

Under an old Oak tree,

Is a refreshment stand put there for them,

Who come the sights to see.

The plane is green with “Silver Rain”,

And this is the name it bears,

Many flights it makes each day,

For there are many who dare.

When after several years have passed,

And our hair is turning gray,

Will think of Dr. Trott who gave,

Us Hemlock’s Airport gay.